A collection of real suicide stories from brave and inspiring mothers who have all felt so low at some point in their lives that suicide became their only option. They share their stories here on the blog today in the hope of showing others that suicide is never the only option.
Katy’s Suicide Story; I have tried twice to commit suicide, both times was taking an overdose. Paracetamol first time, sleeping pills the second. The first time I was 14 and it was a cry for help, I was glad it never worked but I am glad my parents saw how down i was.
The Second time I was almost 19 and locked myself in my bedroom but my mom heard me fall and broke the lock to get in I don’t remember anything till I woke up the next day in hospital. It took me a long time to be grateful my mom saved me
Mark’s Suicide Story; I was 15 when I decided that life was too hard to live and I would be better off dead. Home life was difficult and as a child I had to witness my father abuse my mother, not only her but us children too. School was no relief as I was severely bullied, I could take no more.
I collected a chair and a piece of old rope from the shed and as I stood on that chair, placing the loop around my neck, I panicked. If I killed myself who would be there to look after my mother? Although I could not stop my father beating her, I still needed to be here.
I totally regret even thinking of ending my life as I am now happily married with children. Men too suffer with depression and suicidal thoughts destroy lives.
Jess’s Suicide Story; My mom used to take an overdose regularly and when my mom and did split up I started to self-harm; this was because I was angry with everyone and I could hurt myself and not get in trouble. I then started taking overdoses to prevent my mom from taking them.
I kept getting taken into hospital (I was 13-16) they then put me with a shrink, I never spoke to the lady I would sit there for an hour session and just say hi and bye, they then put me in group therapy which still didn’t work.
I still carried on. It wasn’t until l left home I realised it was wrong. I was given help but it didn’t work for me. I realised my aim was not to kill myself but to scare my mom and it took me a while to realize this.
Katherine’s Suicide Story; There was a time many years ago when I felt like I was in a living hell and felt so very alone. My boyfriend at the time was a psychotic crack head who would flip for no reason. My family had turned their backs on me and all I had was him. I was very vulnerable and impressionable.
He used to twist everything and say if I loved him I’d do anything, so he handcuffed himself to a chair and told me to cut myself. I did. Things escalated and I felt like I didn’t know who I was anymore, my parents, sisters and friends knew where I was but why didn’t they come and save me?
A few weeks later I took an overdose, I would sneak off a take a few more pills each time before I couldn’t remember how many I’d taken. At first I thought I need to get away from him, he’d never let me die in his house would he?
But with each thought and handful of pills I thought everyone would be better off without me, either way I’d be ok as I felt so alone anyway. In the end my bf noticed what I’d done and called an ambulance. Can’t remember much of what happened but I was sent for a psych evaluation after the pills were out of my system.
I managed to get away from my boyfriend and slowly felt like I was coming back into reality. I’m happy I never died that night as I wouldn’t be sat here with my beautiful children asleep upstairs.
